#kon is freaking out so hard

[welcometogrouchland]

my Stephanie Brown hot take is that she should get mad bitches now that she's single in comics. Yes yes shipping BUT the one time she had sex she was punished by the narrative via teen pregnancy. I think she should be allowed to have as much sex as she wants with zero consequences. Could be a lot of sex, could be a little. Point is she should get to do it without getting narratively baby trapped this time. she should get them pregnant, actually.

[sarahcmarie]

Don’t get me wrong I love the Tim drake tells his family about his trauma with out thinking to hard about it and them freaking out that’s great I love that hilarious BUT have you considered the hilarity of Tim Deliberately Hiding it from his family and the shenanigans he has to pull to keep them from finding out?

Que Tim drake trying to drink his coffee before Bruce comes to pick him up for lunch when suddenly one of Ra’s assassins come from the shadows to try to kidnap him and while Tim is trying to fight him he hears the alert that Bruce’s car pulled up his eyes widen as he shoves the assassin into the closet before Bruce can see and telling him to shut the fuck up for both of their sakes the assassin is so confused he just goes along with it

When Bruce comes in and see’s Tim’s ruffled shirt A broken vase in the hall and someone very clearly in the closet he chooses to ignore it because he REALLY does not want to know about his sons sex life

Red Robin gets stabbed mid patrol and has to pretend he’s worried about blood loss but actually he is annoyed because it was a rusty pipe so he KNOWS it’s gonna get infected and he does not wanna deal with that but can’t say that because then his family will know he doesn’t have a spleen

When a new supervillain comes around and starts cloning people Tim is the one who has the most information on how to catch him because of when he tried to clone Kon but only he and dick know this dick was obviously gonna bring this up so Tim could help on the case but it was also like 2:30 and he hadn’t slept in days so he decided to take a nap first only to be woken up by a shadow holding a hand over his mouth he nearly broke Tim’s jaw because of how bad he scared him and when dick asked him what the hell he was thinking Tim said to keep what happened with Kon to himself or else… the case was solved two days afterwards and dick kept his mouth shut but he had a new found fear for his little brother whom he loved (and feared) so much

There are many more fun instances that I am not creative enough to come up with so PLEASE feel free to add on

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; “the one where Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Do you know what subspace and sub drop are?” Tim asks. 

“Uh . . . no?” Kon says, then frowns a little as he remembers–“You were talking about me dropping something when I was, like, all out of it before, right? So like–is it something with that?” 

“Yes,” Tim says. The way he’s petting Kon’s hair sort of–changes, a little, and Kon gets this weird little thought that it’s suddenly kinda more like Tim’s petting him for himself, more than anything else. Like, as a little–tic, or something, that he’s using to keep his focus. So that’s . . . weird, kinda. Yeah. 

Kon doesn’t even know where that thought came from, really, but . . . 

He’d like to be something Tim could use for that, he thinks, and bites the inside of his lip as he feels his skin heat up over that thought. 

“Did you feel different, when you were subbing?” Tim asks carefully. It’s his “assessing my teammate’s psychological condition” voice again, and also pretty obviously an “I know the answer to this question but I don’t know if you know the answer to this question” kind of question. 

“Yeah,” Kon says, and shrugs a little. “Like–I usually do, when it’s, you know. Good. I just get, uh–a little weird sometimes, I guess? Sorry.” 

Tim frowns. 

“Do you feel . . . mm. Detached? Lightheaded? Or emotional, maybe?” he asks, still careful. It is absolutely another “I know but I want to know if you know” question. Like, for absolute friggin’ certain it is. “When it’s–good, I mean.” 

“Yeah,” Kon says, because he feels all that and a whole lot of other things besides, when it’s good. And even more when it’s this good, really, including a few things that would be sorta embarrassing to admit to and a few things that would be sorta mortifying to admit to. He doesn’t really know why Tim’s asking any of this, but the guy’s asked him weirder shit for less reason, so it’s whatever. “Um. Is that, like . . . I mean, that happens to me sometimes, yeah. Just didn't know it was like, a thing? You know, like–with a name and all.” 

“But you do feel that way?” Tim asks, still just barely frowning. It makes Kon a little bit worried, like maybe it’s a bad thing and he’s–well, it kinda is a bad thing, he guesses. Like . . . definitely not a safe one, even if it makes him feel, like . . . 

Well. Safe, he guesses. 

“Yeah, I mean–I guess I do?” Kon says, and shrugs again. It’s a little more awkward this time, maybe, but it feels like a stupid thing to be evasive about or whatever. “I mean, like I said, I just get a little weird and all. Like, I try not to, think I kinda freaked Wonder Girl out once or twice that way. And like, she said it was okay, but . . .” 

But he hadn’t felt okay about it. Like–very much he had not felt okay about it. He’d felt like a problem, and like he was being weird and selfish and too fucking much and she was maybe finally gonna get sick of him being too much and– 

. . . wait, Kon thinks, and frowns a little himself. He does usually try not to get so, like . . . weird, yeah. But like . . . did he try not to get weird this time? He doesn’t, like . . . remember, if he really . . . 

“You try not to feel like that during the sex, or you try not to feel like that during the aftercare?” Tim asks, which seems like such a bizarre little thing to even bother caring about and kinda makes Kon feel . . . not weird again, but . . . a little . . . lighter, maybe. Like . . . somehow. 

He can’t help thinking about how goddamn fucking good Tim is at Domming, and just how quick he and Bernard had both rattled off their hard no’s and safewords and everything at the start, and how neither of them’s forgotten any of his or acted like they were stupid or annoying, and how much they both talk–how much they both talk during the actual sex, even–and how, like . . . 

When Tim safeworded earlier it was just a thing, and not a thing. 

And neither Tim or Bernard’s gotten freaked out by him getting weird or getting . . . weirder, even. 

So that’s . . . something that Kon can’t help thinking about right now, for whatever reason. 

“Um,” he says, not sure exactly what the fuck he’s feeling about . . . all that shit he can’t help thinking about, he guesses. Just . . . all of that. “Dunno what ‘aftercare’ means either. What’s, uh–that one?” 

It’s probably just something else he already does and just didn’t know had an actual name, Kon figures. “Aftercare” he guesses sounds like something he’d do after, like, the typical morning-after walk-of-shame home–okay, the morning-after flight-of-shame, and also he has zero shame either way so it’s whatever–so maybe it’s something about dealing with the kinda, like–hangover kinda thing that he gets, usually, or just the hangover thing itself, even, maybe that’s a thing that actually isn’t just–

“That's the part where everyone checks in with each other and makes sure no one's upset,” Tim says, and Kon . . . blinks, very slowly. The–what? 

“Uh . . . upset about what?” he asks, and belatedly tries to make the question jokey by adding, “I mean, I’m definitely upset your dick’s not in me right now, but that’s just me being a greedy fuck, you know?” 

“Ngh,” Tim mutters under his breath, his fingers very briefly tightening in Kon’s hair, and then lets out a doors-blowing exhalation. “Upset about how the scene went. Sometimes people talk about what they liked and what they might wanna do differently next time; sometimes it's just making sure everyone's comfortable and gets some food and water in them before they fall asleep and wake up feeling gross.” 

Kon–blinks, again. Remembers Tim coaxing him into drinking the water bottle and feeding him the protein bar bite by bite and not even like a come-on, and even kind of the thing with bringing him the candy, and–there’s a third plate of breakfast on that tray, too. Like . . . that Bernard brought to him. 

Oh, he thinks, and feels weird.

[ahfrickenfrick]

everyone knows that the bats (mostly) aren’t powered, or invincible, but it’s hard to really get a grasp on it

with the way they all move and act in and even out of the field, it’s unnerving in a way. they all have a certain aura of otherworldly power, even the newer members

everyone of the original members of the league has had a run in with batman injured and in need of help, being the first few to earn the vulnerability and subsequently trust from the bats

when wally held dick’s limp body in his hands as he rushed him back to the base for the first time, feeling his best friends pulse stop between his arms and subsequently jostling the injuries more. he almost wasn’t fast enough, dick was out of commission for three months

or when roy was told of jason’s death, ollie had to hold the kid as he scream cried for a friend and the life his friend never got to live, even though they were just joking the other day about how nothing could touch the bats

with kon still not 100% understanding his powers, and understating tim’s calcium intake, felt the bone crush in tim’s arm underneath his touch during a training exercise. it takes years for kon to trust himself again

jon and damian fought a lot, and damian was as stubborn as jon was determined. both are young when damian tells jon to not treat him ‘fragile’ and it ends with damian in the infirmary, and jon shaking and crying, telling his father he needs to put himself into a kryptonite prison for doing so

jefferson being the leader of the outsiders and understanding that, but it still being hard to grasp with both cass and duke. both are strong, and often taken for granted, but that makes them more powerful, enhanced it enough that when they both get knocked down by the villain of the week it’s really startling

and it’s a cycle that never ends, everyone seeing the bats as godly, and then inevitably losing it and freaking out when it’s revealed that they bleed like anyone else

[oh23]

Damian detests Tim’s coffee. The espressos and the black coffees with no sugar. But it wasn’t always like that; Damian hadn’t even really had coffee before coming to the manor. And he hadn’t particularly wanted to try it after.

What happened really went something like this:

One day, on the rare occasion on which Tim and Damian found themselves in each other’s company, in the same room for more than half and hour, Tim catches Damian eyeing his (5th) cup of black coffee.

Tim had been an only child, and so being an older/younger(middle?) brother was new to him. But the same went for the kid. Tim nodded at his mug. “Take a sip,” he said.

Damian glanced at him. “No.”

“Come on,” Tim prodded. “It’s cool.”

“No, thank you Drake.” Damian’s eyes stayed glued to his book. Tim picked up the mug and waved it in front of Damian. “I know you always wonder why I have this so much. Why don’t you try it? Just a sip. Its tasty. Real tasty.” Tim lied with a slow spreading grin.

When he found Damian consider it, he added, “It’s sweet.” And Damian — bless his twelve year old heart — took the mug.

Tim watched with sick glee as the kid tentatively brought the mug up to lips and took a slow sip, and then screeched in delight when he spat it out all on himself. “Oh my god,” Tim laughed, “Oh my god!”

“What the HELL, DRAKE???” Damian shouted, with his face seizing between variations of disgust. “YOU TOLD ME IT WAS SWEET!”

“I didn’t—“ Tim was holding his stomach now. “I didn’t think you’d, you’d have such a—“ He breaks off laughing, and only speaks again when Damian kicks him hard in his shins. “Such a dramatic reaction-!”

“Dramatic??” Damian hissed, now standing and still gagging. “This is the normal response to that vile— mud— water—!”

Tim slides down the couch in another fit of giggles. “You disgrace— I can’t believe— out of all things that Alfred makes, this? Is what you choose to drown in??” Damian was still hissing angrily.

“Please-“ Tim warbles between tears. “I’m so sorry Dami—“

Damian kicks him again, and Tim barely moves to dodge it. “Kon said he made Jon take a sip, and it sounded so funny—“

“Imbecile. Idiot. Freak.” Damian hissed furiously, looking around for water.

Tim tried to take large gulps of air. “Dude, please. It’s not even that bad—“

“Not that BAD??!” Damian almost bursts another nerve yelling, when Alfred comes in. And that’s the end of that.

That day onwards, Damian makes sure to retch and gag whenever he sees Tim with a cup of coffee, or call it ‘Dirt water’ to anyone who listens.

[erinwantstowrite]

In the Halloween au (if you can answer this w/o spoiling anything) what was Tim trying to do with that handshake? 🤔

i feel like being more liberal with spoilers for the Halloween AU because it's just a oneshot series, so under the cut is the answer! however if you don't want spoilers, don't click, i'll make sure to tag this with "halloween au spoilers"

he was trying to detect magic from peter!

there's a couple reasons that they weren't alarmed that Peter was there: a demon DOES actually guard the gate to Wayne Manor... Alfred.

Gotham was not exaggerating the things they saw when they approached Wayne Manor, because the spell is set to ward off anyone that is not family and those that have ill intentions. If someone that isn't family gets close to the gate, they'll see scary shit to make them run away (i.e. zombies!!). But no one is going to take them seriously if they go back to the town and say "I saw zombies!!" If they persist to try and go over the gate, the spell will turn offensive. it'll knock you out, make you sick, give you amnesia, etc. keeps people away without hurting them too badly

however, to someone that is family (and also has no ill intentions), nothing happens. it's just a regular gate. peter was able to climb over the gate and not see anything because he's related to one of them and also isn't there to hurt them. (this would also happen for people considered family/friends, so it doesn't have to only be a blood relation)

so Peter shows up at the door and Alfred is obviously going to be surprised. In the context of knowing only family can get through the gate, it's not hard to look at Peter and think "His resemblance to Dick can not be a coincidence." Hence, Alfred invites Peter inside (in case he's a vampire). Jason still has some memory issues from before he died, and he hadn't asked about the gate spell in a minute, so he sort of forgot about it lol. Deep down, he knows. He wasn't alarmed because on some level, he knows Wayne Manor is protected.

Tim, however, only needed on look, the context, and years of Dick Grayson being his special interest to go "Oh that is SO his kid." Since he has a friend like Bart and Kon, it's not too out there for him to think "from the future or a clone"

The gate is what Damian is referring to here. He's not happy with another family member popping up, and at this point, he had heard from Tim (who had snuck out of the room) that Peter was there, and that he looks at lot like Dick. So Damian is saying "I don't like this newcomer, and I certainly do not approve that you invited him in." Mostly out of worry that Peter came here with ill intentions, which Steph picked up on. She's saying "Calm down, if he was going to hurt us, he wouldn't have gotten through anyway."

that being said, if Peter had magic, he could have gotten around the spell if he was powerful enough. But Alfred stopped him because he could tell Peter was a little freaked out, and could already tell Peter was genuinely confused what was happening here

in short: peter has no idea he's not leaving that house in the morning

[boringsickness]

Bernard feeling jealous but completely unable to express it because he's being raised in a house of neglect. He's so used to speak and not being heard that at some point he simply stopped.

Cue the cult, his relationship with Tim and his jealousy.

It's not often and he's definitely not jealous of Steph or any other Tim's exes or close friends.

It happens sometimes though, when people make a comment too much about Tim and Kon or they joke way more than necessary about sex with his exes.

But Bernard says nothing. Never.

He just gets this vagant look in his eyes and his nails slowly start to cut his palms because of his hands being closed into tight fists. And if the fists are too obvious ("too much a cry for attention" as his father would say) he'd cover his hands and drag his nails on his thighs. Red marks all over his skin, the scratching of something on fabric loud but still not enough to let them stop talking.

And if the sound or the scratching was heard or seen, he could always smile it off and go out of his way to step aside. To leave the comments behind and find something to eat or drink, to dampen down this stupid feeling and the bile fighting its way up his throat.

Thank god, Tim is observant and thank god some of his brothers are not cruel.

Because Tim always takes him from the wrist, letting his hands relax slowly and pulling his wounded palms to his lips. Soft mouth kissing away the hurt, eyes searching for something into Bernard's until Bernard can nod backs. Body not rigid anymore.

Surprisingly, when he's around, Jason is a good help too. Nudging his shoulder hard enough to startle him but not so much to completely bodyslam him. Just the necessary to let Bernard think about something that wasn't his boyfriend being seen with someone else better. He never said anything to Jason, Jason definitely didn't either, but he offered a shy smile. A silent thank you.

What was even funnier, in an ironic way, was Bruce patting his shoulder as to say 'theyre idiots, good luck. Ik you can handle it' and Kon in all his glory laughing and shaking his head if he was present.

"they don't know what they're talking about. No one will ever look at someone with as much love as Tim has for you and you for him. You were made for each other. Two halves of the same deranged freak."

And weirdly enough, it helped. They all did in their methods.

Especially Tim's way of kissing him harder when alone, of tracing his body with fingers and tongue and lips and whispering nonsense on his skin.

Bernard always told him that he didn't need to, it was okay. It was funny. Ah ah, they were just jokes.

But Tim never bought it, when it happened, and he always gave him a bit more attention. A bit more of himself completely bare and vulnerable and real, making Bernard fall even more in love.

Of course, Bernard made sure to do so too. To shower him in as much love and care.

They were complicated and silly and freaks and a tad ridiculous but they worked. Now Bernard only needed to speak freely about his jealousy without leaving visible traces on his body. (But Tim was as much as a mess as him so it was mostly okay. They'd work at it, like always. They had time. All their lives, specifically)

[punkeropercyjackson]

the pjo fandom, batfamily fandom, and atla fandom form the unholy trinity of “wow you guys hate trans women and people of color”

Zutara shippers do organized hate campaigns against 'Aang stans'(read:Brown/black men,trans people and twoc)and fought long and hard to protect 'local meanfem' longing-for-rain from the attacks calling her a freak for saying Katara was drawn with bigger breasts and hips around Zuko than Aang as proof Kataang is an incel fantasy for that weird ass psychosexual crush she has on Aang and boymom boner for Zuko,Batfam stans are fandom settlers who decided they wrote the comics and make poc and transfems feel elianted and degraded on purpose and turn Kon into Tim's mandingo and Stephanie's darkskin blasian swag and Stephcass transfem4transfem couple energy are replaced with orientalist white tme wlw bullshit and old Pjoheads are so far up their transmisogyny and misogynoir and ableism brainrot they overhauled Percy's entire personality,relathionships,storylines and even APPERANCE to turn her into the normiest most demonic white boy ever to suit their self-insertion,cyberabused a 12 year old black girl for existing because they learned NONE of what Percy taught us and kicked Hazel out of the Dead Sea Siblings to replace her with the guy who pity picked Nico

These the same niggas who turned 'policing' and 'fascism' into fandom discourse and not tools of white supremacy used to oppress the very people they're using them agaisnt.'Fandom has always been-/Curate your-'I'm a punk,i care about neither of you things.Shut the fuck up and put the overprized trustfund keyboards down tendies

[fryingpan1234567]

canonically Jason and Tim have motorcycles, right? and B and Duke too but the other two are more well known I think

ANYWAYS what if everyone in the batfam had one tho? because. the potential.

Dick takes his off of roofs sometimes, but it’s built for it. before all his modifications, it was just a blue and black chrome Yamaha sports bike, nothing special. he added a Nightwing sticker on each side, a bunch of weapons (mostly electricity based), grappling hooks, Nightwing things. there’s even a sidecar for Haley.

Babs (before the wheelchair days) had a purple and yellow one that matched her suit perfectly. it sort of meant she couldn’t use it during the day, but occasionally she rode it to work with extensive concealing of the random dangerous gadgets. hers was also a Yamaha (same model ^^)

Jason canonically has a black shapeshifting one like some maccadams shit but it’s fine— it’s loud as shit, so he doesn’t really use it for patrol, but he loves it during the day. because it’s just black, it’s pretty easy to take it out for completely non-suspicious speeding law breaking joyrides. no harm done!

Cass has a jet black Ninja, and her reputation on the streets is about the same as the nightfury’s at the beginning of the first httyd. dark, deadly, and it’s even quiet in Gotham’s busy streets. watch your back for her.

Tim’s got the BATCYCLE it’s CANON. it’s also canon that it’s got a liquid-cooling engine and a Robin-themed paint job, but fuck that, I say it’s dark red and electric and he rides it to work. so sometimes (most of the time) he pulls up with ruffled clothes and helmet hair, which Conner nearly fainted at the first time he saw it, but we don’t talk about that. he doesn’t use it for patrol because Kon said he’d carry him everywhere if Tim gave him rides in exchange. on the bike. he has said on more than one occasion “wear the helmet, ride a biker” and Tim punches him really hard

Steph’s bike is purple, and the wheels do the hover-shift-glowy thing like in Mario Kart (also purple). she’s not scared of you or anyone; she will ride that shit to school and use it on patrol with the hovering and distracting color and everything. fight me.

in canon, Duke’s bike is electric with a bunch of lights and black and yellow and lowkey built like a tank. I kinda like it! I think it’s a fabulous bike for a fabulous man so therefore he gets to keep it I won’t be taking criticism

Damian gets a green and red and black electric Ninja, plus a helmet that he painted with feathers and paw prints n shit. Jon likes the spare, which is just black but has a red mohawk. what more could you want? he could fly everywhere, but he also could just have his badass motorcycle bf drive him everywhere while he wears his dope ass helmet and vibes to whatever 2000s pop shit Damian lets him play. he’s a professional backpack.

did you think I’d stop at the Batkids? sorry imma keep going

I like the idea of Brucie having a black sports bike that’s 90% modifications like in the movie. no one remembers what it was before he took it all apart and added Bat-stuff, but it looks great now! it’s blown up more times than you can count, just because it’s a really good target for rogues.

Kate has one that’s almost exactly the same, except hers is maybe a little closer to what it was originally. she doesn’t quite have all the same stuff Bruce does, but they’re the same vibe!

anyways that’s the vigilante weirdos club, so like it’s expected that they’d all have a dangerous vehicle. slightly less expected— Alfred freaking Pennyworth has a Harley with tall handles and sparkly black paint, but nobody knew that for such a long time because he barely leaves the manor. all the kids lost their minds when they found out. what can I say

anyways some Bat-bike shenanigans that have ensued:

street races between all the Batkids at least once a week, whether that be on patrol or in civvy clothes

Jason obnoxiously revving really loud whenever he sees one of them in the street, on a date, when he’s picking them up from something, just as often as possible. obnoxious revving. old people hate him

cool lesbian aunt Kate picking up kids from school with her badass bike and epic helmet

sometimes Dick will be talking about “his child” or “his baby” and no one’s sure if he’s talking about his dog or his bike

bike-related thirst traps on social media

“race you to the next light”

not a single one of them has left a Gotham speeding law intact even once (not even Alfred, although he won’t admit it)

Wally likes to get Dick to race him on his bike even though he knows he’s going to win

both Jon and Conner have said something along the lines of “I bet I could pick up the bike with you on it” as a show-off attempt, but Damian and Tim love their paint jobs too much to permit them to try

Batfam on bikes❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[birdflashno1]

"Woah, you're like ninety percent scar." Jon murmurs, his warm hands pressed against the expanse of Damian's chest; observing his scars with big, curious eyes.

"Inaccurate." Damian scoffs, shaking his head exhaustedly. He knew Jon was trying to be at least somewhat sensitive about whatever came out of his barely filtered mind, Damian appreciated that.

The two were sitting in Jon's semi-new bedroom, Jon and his parents had moved to Metropolis almost a month ago, Jon had started going to this school called West-Reeve, Bruce had started sending Damian there too. Damian didn't like the shift from homeschool to real school, he didn't like constantly being in detention, he didn't like being picked on about the fact his only friend was a fourth grader, and said fourth grader was taller than him!

Okay, so, to summarise, Damian didn't like this new school.

Damian had been getting changed in the locker rooms for PE class one morning when a boy in his class had approached him, looking at him as if he wanted to flush him down the drain like on would do with a bug. Damian had to look up to see the bot, who was far, far taller than him. The boy had poked and prodded at the visible scar tissue on Damian's chest, looking at him like he was a sick freak. It scared Damian, really. He knew of course that he could kill this boy with barely any trouble if he wished, yet for some reason he was scared.

That brought them here, Jon softly touching the scar tissue on Damian's chest as if it was a wet piece of paper towel, as if his fingers would rip straight through if he wasn't gentle. Damian called it training, training to handle eyes, hands on what he considered the most vulnerable parts of him. He hated it.

Jon looked up at Damian every couple seconds, a silent question bounced between them. Jon had dealt with his own share of being picked on, though he supposed it may have been far milder than what Damian had been experiencing. Damian was Jon's friend, whether he liked it or not, and friends helped each other, even if that help was watching your friend get lost in thought as you prodded at their middle.

"Stop." Damian finally breathed out, blinking hard and letting out a deep, strained breath.

Jon simply nodded, pulling Damian's shirt back down and pulling the smaller boy into a hug.

Damian wasn't the biggest fan of physical affection, not many people in his family were—neither the Wayne's or Al Ghul's–but Jon was, and Damian begrudgingly put up with it. He shoved his face into Jonathan's shoulder, his hands settled on his thighs. He felt calm, he trusted Jon.

Jon didn't feel offended when the older boy didn't hug back, he knew Damian struggled with intimacy, and he would be there either way, helping him friend.

"What about Kon... Or Tim?" Jon suddenly asked, though when he pulled away and saw the confusion on Damian's face he felt the need to continue, "Well, Kon goes to our school... I mean, he doesn't always show up, but he's a senior, so I could totally ask him to talk to the bullies or something!"

"While I appreciate the sentiment, Kent, I am perfectly capable of defending myself, I was simply caught off guard." Damian scoffs, shaking his head.

"Whatever you say, man."

This was rushed, I have far better plans for a longer, proper fic for them.

[thetombedspirit]

Jurassic World: Camp Fam - Next Generation

I was board, so I made a next gen for the Nublar Six, based on my personal headcanons and ships so if you don't like Benrius and Kenlynn, then please don't come at me. This is all just in good fun.

Enjoy!

Emily Bowman (Benrius)

Emily was nine-years old when her parents were unfortunately killed in a freak dinosaur attack, leaving her orphaned. Darius and Ben responded to the call and took her into their care. She stayed with them for a little while whilst Social Services began sorting out her situation, wherein during that time, Emily gotten to get to know Darius and Ben and what they do; how they locate dinosaurs, care for them, and ship them off to private island habitats funded by Dr Mae Turner and Mantah Corp, now under Kenji’s full jurisdiction. She even began to conquer her fear after making friends with a Maiasaura she named Ursa.

She was eventually put into a foster home, but the conditions were poor, so she decided to run away and return to the Sanctuary, via stealing the mum’s credit card to book a plane ticket.

Darius and Ben were shocked to see Emily and horrified to hear about the living conditions. After sending her to bed, they had a long talk about how they had once talked about adopting and raising a family, agreeing they both adored Emily and didn’t want her to go. So they gave Emily the good news the next morning that they would adopt her into the family and she said yes.

Fun Fact: Ursa the Maiasaura is a direct nod to concept dinosaurs that would eventually become Bumpy, as Maiasaura was one of the many plausible candidates.

2. Julia and Xavier Kon (Kenlynn)

Despite their ups and downs, concerning Brooklynn’s line of work and Kenji's inheritance of Manta Corp, Brooklynn tries extra hard to live in the moment and not take her time with her family and friends for granted and Kenji works hard to ensure that the Kon family name is redeemed through his work. Regardless of their hardships, they work well together and support each other through their struggles.

Julia Kon is the more extraverted of the duo. She takes after her father, enjoys skating, archery and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, preferring physical activities to staying coped up indoors all day. Her brother Xavier is more closed off then his sister. Younger by two years, he prefers technology and hacking to climbing and being outdoors.

Despite their differences, two things they have in common is their love for their family and their association with dinosaurs. Namely the herd of Parasaurolophus living by their father’s climbing camp. Every month, Kenji would take the family camping at the cliffs and the kids would play with the baby Parasaurolophuses. One in particular took a real shine to the children; Brooklynn affectionately named her Nightlight, due to how Xavier would snuggle her tightly due to his fear of the dark when they went camping.

Fun Fact: Julia and Xavier are named after Brooklynn and Kenji's original concepts for Camp Cretaceous, Jules and Xi respectively. Also, Kenji and Ben used to have different roles, with Ben being the strong, athletic character while Kenji (at this point in time, Xi) was the shy, nerdy type. They since swapped roles, with Ben becoming the shy one and Xi taking the role of the rich kid and was renamed Kenji.

3. Katie Gutierrez-Fadoula (Yasammy)

When Sammy and Yaz got married and talked about starting a family, they realized there were some complications: Sammy's encounter with the Scorpios Rex damaged her reproductive organs and left her unable to carry a child to term, and Yaz was uncomfortable with the idea of ordering a doner. So in the end, they agreed to adopt.

Katie loves her moms and her life at the ranch. She enjoys spending time with Angel and Rebel, who they were able to rescue and keep on the ranch (best cattle dogs Sammy ever had), tending to the cows, chickens and the stray Pachycephalosaurus that had been hanging around the ranch lately, who she has named Bonehead. She came out to her mums as trans when she was 13 and they wholeheartedly support her through her transition.

Fun Fact: Katie is a sorta merge of Sammy and Yaz's concepts. Sammy was originally meant to be male and Yaz's name was originally Katie.

Anyway, those are my versions of the next generation of Camp Fam. I hope you like them and again, this is just all in good fun; I'm not trying to start any shipping wars.

Take care peoples.

[mamawasatesttube]

Reread Midnight Sun and I love that you write TimKon as competent characters.

My favorite fics are hurt/comfort but that genre of fic tends to “woobify” them into wet noodles, specifically Tim. You write him going through it without taking away that he is competent and doesn’t cry at every little thing.

Also your love for Kon is clear in the way you write him like the badass he is and thank you for carrying the Kon tag on your back. I hope you feel better soon! Sending well wishes <3

wahoo thank you for rereading!!! always the highest compliment ♥

and YEAH. i love hurt/comfort but i don't care for woobification or declawing or whatever - i want to read about competent characters genuinely trying their hardest and doing their best in insurmountably challenging situations, not about a wet pathetic paper bag who constantly makes bad decisions and isn't capable of doing anything on their own. (like, the occasional bad decisions and needing help are good! when it's all the character does i just kinda start hating the character.) so i hear you Loud And Clear!!!

tim especially is like. he's soooo... not any of the wet wooby Whatever The Fuck is going on in the tim drake tag. he's repressed as hell and really good at putting his feelings on the top shelf to deal with Later, whenever he's in a situation. frankly, writing midnight sun with the prompts "it's okay, they won't touch you again" and "i'm going to pick you up now, okay?" was actively a challenge, because i was like what the hell would actually make tim "repression" drake so panicked that kon would need to be that gentle with him???? and the answer of course was "being drugged and therefore unable to trust his body to do what his mind wants" because he's a control freak, but like... it takes special circumstances to freak him out, man.

and YESSS kon being badass and competent is very important to me. i am forever jumping up and down and yelling about sb94 #84 and #87-90 and just. aough. he's silly and goofy but also ttk goes hard as hell!!! and he gets knocked around when fighting superpowered opponents but against regular dudes with guns??? oh they are sooooooooo outclassed. (this is also inspired by the superman issue mentioned in the authors notes, where superman shows up in gotham and just fucking obliterates some guys. ruins their whole MONTH if not YEAR. really funny tho)

and wauhh thank you!!! i have yet another doctors appointment tomorrow so 💪 we shall persevere!!!

[suzukiblu]

Fifth ( and final! ) 1k of the thank-you 5k I promised y'all behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon hurls his barely-off jacket out of the Super-Cycle and across the garage to hit the wall without even looking, without even making any actual decision to, and then nearly bursts into tears again like a fucking idiot. Idiot. Stupid, stupid, stu–

He doesn’t know if the others would care about him borrowing their scents for his nest, but he already–he already knows–

Superman told him to go be with his pack. 

Told him to go. 

And “El” isn’t Superman’s pack name. So–so Superman definitely, definitely doesn’t wanna be in his nest. Not even as just as a blocker-muddled trace of scent. 

Kon doesn’t–doesn’t need another stupid pillow anyway. Even if it’s his stupid jacket. 

He grabs Red Tornado’s cape again and unrolls it, then drapes it over the side of the Super-Cycle’ nesting pit, and then wants to cry even worse because he hates how it looks like that. Folds it up square instead, and then doesn’t like how that looks either and shakes it back out and then rolls it up again but that’s not good enough either so he shakes it out and– 

He wishes he could put his jacket in his nest. He–he likes his jacket. 

Superman wouldn’t want him to, though. Not as long as it smells even a little bit like him, anyway. 

Kon just–just buries himself against the pillows he’s already folded and curls down in on himself and drags Red Tornado’s cape halfway over his head and wraps his arms over it and makes himself as small as he can in against them and–and–

He thinks he’s gonna sob, but what actually happens is–is–

He keens, is what actually happens. Not on purpose. Definitely not on purpose. Definitely not. 

Keens an omega call. An omega call for . . . for their pack. 

So–no, it’s not on purpose. Kon’s fucking stupid, yeah, but not–not stupid enough to have done any shit like that on purpose. 

But once he’s done it, it feels like he can’t stop doing it. 

Kon shoves his own fist in-between his teeth and digs them in hard through his glove and against the bones of his knuckles and tries desperately to just sob, to just cry, to–to–to at least muffle the stupid–the stupid keening, the stupid calling, to–to–he doesn’t want anyone to hear that, that’s so pathetic and stupid and pathetic, a stupid useless stray calling for a pack he’s never even had like he–like he’s stupid enough to think–think that–and he doesn’t want anyone to ever, ever know he’s that pathetic, that stupid, that– 

The Super-Cycle’s engine rumbles in a purr so loud it drowns out Kon’s stifled keening completely, and he buries himself in tighter against the folded pillows that smell like the team and tightens his grip on Red Tornado’s cape that smells like him and hides under–hides under it, and tries not to cry too hard. 

And doesn’t wish he had his fucking jacket. 

“Th-thanks,” he chokes, his voice cracking. He doesn’t even know if the Super-Cycle did that on purpose or not, but . . . “Thanks. Sorry, I–I just–thank you.” 

The Super-Cycle keeps purring away, and without having to freak out about the chances of anybody hearing him doing something so fucking embarrassing, Kon manages to calm down enough to stop–stop the fucking calling, at least, and then stop the sobbing, and then even stop the crying. It takes a little bit, but . . . but he manages it. Red Tornado hasn’t come back yet, so that’s . . . some fucking mercy, anyway. 

A lot of fucking mercy, honestly. 

He feels really stupid, still, but the Super-Cycle’s being . . . being really nice to him. Like–way nicer than it has to be. Especially since it likes Robin and Bart both way better than him and probably all the girls too. But like, especially Robin and Bart. Which, sure, way to be grateful for a guy breaking you out of the dig site with his badass custom-designed TTK, but–

Well. If the Super-Cycle’s doing this for him, maybe it likes him more than he thought it did. 

Kon sniffles a couple more times, then scrubs the last of the tears off with the heel of his glove and sits back up to roll up Red Tornado’s cape again. The rolled-up pillow really was the best option, he thinks. Like–most cushioning and all to it. So like–best option, yeah. 

So he rolls it up again, tucks in the ends again, and puts it back against the side of the nesting pit opposite all his other makeshift pillows. The roll and the tuck are both a little neater-looking now, actually, so . . . that’s good, he thinks. Maybe he’s gettin’ the hang of nesting, a little bit. 

Maybe he won’t suck at it, if he practices a little more. Even if he didn’t, like–get to do it before he presented or anything. Like, maybe he could be . . . okay at it, he thinks. 

Kon watches the video again for a refresher on the tips in it and for ideas for what to do with whatever else Red Tornado’s gonna bring. He figures it’ll just be, like, a couple blankets or maybe a stack of towels or something, so probably he’ll just fold ‘em up the same ways he did with either Cissie’s towel or Red Tornado’s cape, ‘cuz he already knows how to do those folds and it’s, like–it’s good practice, right? Because . . . because he’ll be doing this again. Like . . . a lot. 

He’ll be doing this the whole friggin’ rest of his life, and nobody can tell him he’s not allowed to even if they do think he’s, like, a bad omega or a slut or whatever. He’s still an omega either way. He’s still allowed, either way. 

Even if he’s not in anyone’s pack, at least he doesn’t have to smell anything like Westfield. Doesn’t have to be anything like Westfield. 

Doesn’t even have to be an alpha, which . . . he really hadn’t thought he was gonna get out of having to be an alpha. Really hadn’t thought . . . 

He just–hadn’t thought he was gonna get out of having to be an alpha, he guesses. 

But he did. 

Kon sniffles one more time; scrubs the cuff of his glove across his face one more time. Lets himself just feel–just feel all the weird, giddy relief, one more time. Then he focuses again and starts rearranging all his makeshift pillows, because if Suzie actually does come, he really, really has to have a nice nest ready for, like . . . 

He just–Kon really needs to have a nice nest ready, he knows, though he’s not really sure . . . why, exactly? Like, now that he’s thinking about it. Like . . . he doesn’t know why he feels so much like he just really needs to have it. 

He definitely does, though. Like–definitely feels like he needs it, and definitely also does need it. 

. . . he hopes Suzie’ll like it, if he actually does manage to do an okay job. He hopes if she likes it enough, she’ll stick around for a little while and, like . . . watch some of those videos with him or something, or just stream something on his phone with him, or just hang out or talk or . . . 

He hopes if she likes it enough, she’ll get in it with him. Which–it feels kind of dumb, Kon thinks, how much he hopes that, but . . . yeah. He hopes she will, at least for a little bit. Maybe she’d feel safe in it too. 

He just . . . he thinks he’d really like it if she would, is all. 

[starwarsmum]

Day 4 of the 14 Days of Valentines is Meet Insult! Rounding off my set with Timinette

@maribatserver

“Let's go bowling!” Steph shouted as Tim entered the Titan's Tower kitchen. He blinked at her before glancing at Kon, who shrugged.

“You want to go bowling with a Super? You know there's no way we would win, right?”

“It's not about winning,” she argued back, rolling her eyes. “We can just have a fun night at a bowling alley. You've been working almost nonstop since I got here and I'm going home tomorrow.”

“Okay, okay,” Tim said, raising his hands in defeat. “But Kon has to move at normal human speed, we don't want to freak none out.”

Steph squealed and started dragging them out of the Tower, babbling about the nearby bowling alley she'd found. It was only a ten minute walk from the Tower and Tim was surprised by how atmospheric it was inside.

They were two frames into their first game when a noisy group of four took the lane next to theirs. Tim thought they were about the same age as their group, two boys and two girls. His attention snagged on the smallest in the group, the girl with black hair in pigtails. She had a heart shaped face and was smiling in a carefree manner.

Her eyes locked onto his for a moment and she gave him a friendly wave hello before turning back to her friends. He turned away as well, not wanting to be caught staring. He tried to focus on the game he was badly losing, but more often than not he watched the alley with the four.

Tim tried not to laugh as the girl he had been watching for the past ten minutes rolled another gutter ball. With the barriers up. It was crazy, it defied logic, but she just couldn't hit a single pin. He didn't feel too bad for finding it funny because her friends were all laughing loudly.

“Tim, you're up!” Kon shouted, and he tore his eyes away from the girl to step up for his turn. And immediately flinched when the girl gave a battle cry and ran towards her lane. Time seemed to slow down as her feet caught on each other, the ball flying out of her hands and jumping over the aisle separating their lanes. 

She shrieked and tried to follow it, as if she could somehow reach through and pull it back, but her feet were still muddled and she was going to land painfully. And she would have had Tim not seen it all happening and threw himself forward to catch her.

It wasn't a graceful catch, but her face hit his chest rather than the hard floor. No, that was reserved for his back, which slid a reasonable distance before coming to a stop in front of his lane. She looked up from where she lay on top of him and his breath caught at how pretty she was.

“Hi,’ he managed to say, albeit a little breathlessly. He felt a little slower than usual, which had to be the reason for the next thing that came out of his mouth. “You kind of suck at bowling.”

She groaned and dropped her head back to his chest, red spreading up her neck and across her cheeks. Even in the darkness of the bowling alley he could see it and he found it oddly endearing. She was small enough that her weight was comfortable and he might have hit his head because he thought he wouldn't mind lying there for a little while.

“Oh my god, Tim, are you okay?” Steph shrieked, rushing over to pull both of them up. Kon was there too, though he looked like he was trying to shove laughter down. Between them they got the pair righted and the girl started apologising profusely.

“Mari, girl, are you okay?” Her friends were coming over as well now, and she blushed even harder, hiding her face in her hands. He squeezed the elbow he was apparently still holding and she looked up at him sheepishly.

“I'm fine, just feeling like an idiot. I'm so, so sorry, I don't know why I thought bowling was a good idea when I can't even walk down the street without tripping. Did I hurt you?” She reached up to touch the back of his head gently and his insides turned to mush a little.

“I'm fine,” he said, wincing when his voice cracked a little. He glared at Kon when the super turned away with his hand clamped over his mouth. “Are you okay? That was kind of an epic fall.”

“Dude, that doesn't even meet the top ten ‘Marinette's greatest trips’,” a boy in glasses with a cap said, fiddling with a pair of headphones. “Thanks for catching her, we really don't need a hospital trip during our holiday.”

“You're here on vacation?” Steph said, glancing at the four. “That's so cool! Me too. These two are locals though, so if you want any tips for your trip they can help.”

“I think we're fine,” the blond boy of the other group said, frowning at the place where Tim's hand rested on Marinette's arm. “We're sorry to have interrupted your night, I can pay for another game since Mari kind of messed yours up.”

“Adrien, I can pay for it myself-”

“Nah, it's cool, Tim here just got his first strike because of her,” Kon said cheerfully. Tim whipped his head round to look at the scoreboard and his mouth dropped open because Kon was right. He glanced down at Marinette who's mouth was also open before a grin broke out over it.

“I got a strike?” She said delightedly, eyes lighting up. She jumped and punched the air and Tim's hand fell away. But then she grabbed his face and kissed both cheeks. “I got a strike! I'm so good at bowling! No game is safe from me!”

“Mare, you got a strike in the wrong lane,” the brunette with glasses said in exasperation, but it didn't dampen Marinette's enthusiasm. 

“You're just mad because you haven't had one yet, Alya! Marinette style, boo-yah!” She did a ridiculous pose and Tim couldn't help laughing. She turned back to him, grinning and threw her arms around him. “You’re officially my lucky charm for tonight, Tim.”

“You should probably sit together,” Kon said innocently, though his smirk gave him away. Marinette blushed again and pulled back from Tim to look up at him.

“I mean, I wouldn't mind sitting with you,” she said shyly.

“Didn't your friend say she was here visiting?” The blond boy said loudly, making Marinette blink and a pout appear for a moment.

“Oh, Adrien's right,” she said, looking troubled. But then a thought obviously occurred because she brightened. “You said you're a local, right? Here, take my number and we can try bowling again another time.”

She grabbed a pen and scribbled her number onto his hand, punctuating it with a heart. She was standing closely to him and he tried to control his erratic heartbeat when she smiled up at him as she closed the pen with a click.

“Okay, I think we should call it a night on bowling though,” Adrien said, taking hold of Marinette's shoulders and steering her away from the other group. He shot a distrustful look at Tim. “Before someone gets hurt. We can end it on a high with your strike, yeah?”

The other two in their group agreed and Marinette sighed and was pushed along out. She glanced back at Tim and smiled before mouthing ‘call me’. He flushed and smiled dopily as she was led out of sight.

“Oooooh, Tim's got a crush,” Steph said in a sing-song, laughing when he turned to frown at her. “If it makes you feel any better, she clearly likes you too. Might need to keep an eye on the blond though.”

“You probably wanna work on your openers though. ‘You kind of suck at bowling’?” Kon said mockingly. 

“Yeah, insulting a girl to get her attention isn't really a great look,” Steph said with a frown. “You're lucky she didn't take it personally! We should spend the rest of my visit practicing your pick-up lines.”

Tim groaned and slumped into a seat while the other two started plotting. But he smiled again when he saw the number scrawled on his hand. He pulled out his phone to record the number before it got smudged and his smile widened as he thought about the way she had kissed his cheeks. 

It might not have been the most orthodox meeting, but it would certainly be a fun story to tell.

Part 2

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

💔💛💚

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Joe fucking West. He makes my skin crawl for so many reasons -Not telling his daughter that her mother is alive, pushing his foster son to pursue a relationship with his foster sister, controlling his daughter's life in everything from what kind of career she could go into to whether or not she should know about Barry's identity to -again- encouraging a relationship between her and her foster brother.

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

I think I've mentioned this before, but Bruce/Selina. It doesn't make any sense to me. They don't seem to like each other at all, after the 'We're on opposite sides' thing is taken away. Bruce/Talia is another one, but it's actually even more confusing to me, but I'm not sure if it's considered popular.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

Okay, I couldn't narrow down my favourite character, so I'm gonna give you several!

Len- Any time he is written in a way that it isn't obvious that, at his core, he cares about people. Not just his Rogues, but regular citizens. Especially kids. This is a man who doesn't particular enjoy violence, but will fuck your shit up if you so much as scare a kid.

Harvey Dent- Harvey and Two-Face are two separate entities. While 'Face is the crime lord mob boss, Harvey himself is so fucking full of love and devotion and an intense desire to be good. And he fucking hates 'Face. They actually hate each other, but he fights him so hard. If you're writing a Harvey and I don't get the impression that he is the saddest man in the world, would do anything from Bruce or Batman, and that he wants to take care of Gotham, then you aren't writing Harvey, you're writing a dude with scars.

Jason Todd- Jason. Todd. Is. A. Dork. This is a boy who steals his brother's toys and whistles innocently. He grins and waves before blowing up a building with a rocket launcher. When waking up bare ass naked with a hot woman, he shuffles around covering his junk while nerding out over her spaceship. He gets bullied by the family dog. He Grrrs at people. He gets all sweet and doe eyed when he's drunk. Stop writing him as a dark grumbly edge lord! He is soft! He is dork! He is baby!

Conner Kent- If you aren't writing Kon as the saddest boy in the universe with identity and self worth issues bigger than all out doors, then you aren't writing Kon, you're just writing Some Guy. He is also not a dumb jock. He is a tiny (*glares at Johns' TT run*) little twink who collects Magic the Gathering cards, is a Trekkie, freaks out if he's going to miss his favourite show, and if he's going out as Conner instead of SB, he usually dresses quietly and in big frumpy clothes that conceal his body (someone let this baby explore his gender, goddammit).

Tim Drake- Don't waste my time if it isn't blatantly obvious that the Timmy you're writing isn't just one bad day away from snapping and raining hellfire and destruction across the land while he stands at the top of a pile of skulls laughing maniacally as the screams of the damned are echoing around him.

Tim Drake, 2.0- Don't waste my time if it isn't blatantly obvious that the Timmy you're writing wouldn't lose a fight with an arcade claw machine trying to show off for his boyfriend.

[erinwantstowrite]

Okok fr questions because I’m obsessed with Tim figure skater AU

Because the bats aren’t aware of tim being the one behind his vigilante mask, how are his relationships with them out of the suits? Do they interact often or on spare few occasions? (I see the happy birthday Bruce message and think they don’t talk *too* often? idk)

ALSO JANET AND TIMS SIGNATURES… them being so similar has me rocking back and forth crying (interpret as you will)

AHHHHH I LOVE FIGURE SKATING TIM AUUUUUU

be prepared i am about to YAP cause i love this au sm and now i gotta talk about it LFMAO

So far, the backstory is that Jay ended up not dying and was just extremely injured after the Joker incident. When he got back on his feet again, he joined a hockey team to make more friends outside of the hero community. Cass wanted to try figure skating and they start going to a rink in Gotham, and that's where they met Steph, who is "not" a vigilante. (She is, but more on that in a sec.)

While there, they start to hear more about "Tim" who comes by sometimes and is Steph's friend (they met when they were much younger and they are besties), and they end up connecting that the Tim they're talking about is "that famous figure skater from Bristol" that's always in the news. Cassie is a huge fan of Tim's, and she freaks out when she hears from Jason and Cass that this rink is one that Tim frequents. That's why she ends up dragging Bart and Kon to the rink to see Jason's practices or to hang out with Cass- so she can meet Tim.

However, it's sort of a well kept secret that Tim and his rink friends have. He's not supposed to go there anymore, because he has a private rink. Janet lived, but Jack went into his coma still. He eventually woke up and while Jack is recovering, he finds out they moved back to Bristol full time and there's no more travelling. In turn, they spend more time with Tim, but it's also a strain on their relationships. Jack gets on Tim's case about school, and Janet becomes Tim's manager and pressures him about skating. So Tim doesn't get to visit the rink as often anymore because of his workload. Like, he's in the gym 24/7, does his schoolwork online (he's grades ahead), doesn't ever get a break. Meanwhile, Jack and Janet are always fighting and sort of using Tim as an outlet/weapon against the other.

Buuuuuut, when he does visit, he meets Jason, Cass, Cassie, Bart, and Kon through the connection with Steph and other unnamed rink friends. They start getting to know Tim through the times that he's at the rink, and Steph, who is Janet's #1 hater and an instigator at heart, starts pushing for the vigilantes to look more into Tim's life and befriend him.

The dynamics at play are super funny because Steph and Tim are a vigilante. "A" vigilante, as in sharing the same identity. Tim doesn't have the time in his schedule to go out there, so Steph takes up that part of the role and they share this identity together- Steph taking out the bad guys as "Bird Watcher" and Tim doing the computer/tech work as "The Ornithologist". They're both detectives in their own right and work so well together that it's incredibly hard to distinguish that they aren't one person. They both know that the Bats are the Bats, but the Bats are unaware that these two are the same vigilante they've been trying to figure out for years now.

The rest of the family meets Tim through Jason's hockey stuff, away from Janet and just who he is as an individual. And then they see his figure skating side and the dynamic he has with Janet when Cass enters the same competitions as Tim. (This is my world and they compete against each other.) Obviously, Bruce sees this black haired, blue eyed kid who has parents that treat him like shit and goes "Another one, thank you!" So Tim ends up getting closer to them that way and Steph (again, Janet's #1 hater and looking for members for her club) is having the time of her life causing chaos on the side.

There is... a "tiny" little detail that I won't share yet, cause I truly do want to write this au at some point, and it's way more fun to see people react in real time to it. (I have SOOOO many Tim aus it's not even funny. Blame alighterwood for that.)

Also YESS Tim and Janet are so alike but so completely different it makes me CRAZY